Gardenia, white petals,
It fell on my blue pleated skirt.
"Love you!" You said softly.
I lowered my head and smelled a burst of fragrance.
That eternal night,
Midsummer when I was seventeen,
The night you kissed me,
Let me spend my time in the future,
Whenever I sigh,
I always think of the stars that day.
The love at that time,
Why can it be that simple.
And why when people are young,
You must let the one you love deeply get hurt.
In this similar late night,
Are you the same,
I am also quietly regretting my sadness.
If we could have been less stubborn then,
Not so sorry now.
How do you remember me?
With a smile or in silence.
Is there anyone who can help you not be lonely these years?
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